On my way home By that lonesome graveyard A ghost jumps up and says Come here won't you be my man Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a ride Wasn't a ghost at all Someone asking for a home Said boy come here And take me to your…

You can roll the dice You can read the gospel Or just balance on the knife Kicking rocks like cigarettes You both used to like Now it’s all just plastic I could use some advice And you could use me Anytime you like Dead man’s paradise…

Learn to Stall 1 So your water is cold You’re probably hiding something  So if I ask you to stay - just go You’re the gift that keeps on taking   2 Why are you asking me? What do I know? Everyone was young once But nobody knows it…

Subtle change of gray light Heart breaks in sync with the sky As it cries over open fields and tall stands of pines, their delight No weight to the world they rejoice Heavy lids, can't sleep Head like a hornet nest, a buzz with bees…

it's fuzz and it's delay but it's more folk + 90s alt rock

Who will break this ice sleepwalking through the pines Said I won’t tell you twice 100 million times You can’t pay the price We’ll never get the bill You don’t need to atone And though it’s such a thrill To heave the first stone…

A cover of Working Hands by Tom Eisenbraun from his 2014 album "Radio Ghost"

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…